A sea of strangers
In a realm full of dangers.
I raise my hand to the universe,
You raise yours, too,
Hoping for a sign, a touch,
A feeling to prove it's real.
It's encrypted in our souls—
Hope, fear, love, and pain.
Do you think we'd ever feel the same?
"Fear not but fear itself"—
I hear these words lingering in the back of my mind,
A gentle cry into the void,
An essence longing to be defined,
A whisper of what we seek,
In the shadows of our fears,
In the stillness of our dreams.
September 2018
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The Aspect Of Oblivion
PoetryThe planted seeds of my wretched thoughts and emotions have bloomed their way out onto these pages, birthing a catastrophic garden; a virtue of beauty. A collection of emotions and thoughts documented in words, encompassing a voyage through the laby...
